[Takes up the dagger]
Strange that the slayer left his dagger here.
He in whose heart the thought of murder lives
Has more of cunning in him.
[Drops dagger suddenly]
Hubert's! O!
[Staggers away from bed and holds herself up by the curtains. Buries her face for an instant, then looks up blanched and determined]
I must act quickly. O, at once—at once!
One pause may be the grave of resolution.
[Starts toward bed, but stops]